The impact of World War I on humans in the twentieth century was even greater than that of World War II. It was another arrogant challenge to the old order after the Great Empire of Napoleon in France, although the German Second Empire and Napoleon failed, but at the expense of a whole generation of young Europeans, this dirty war reinvented the ruling foundation of the old European imperial power class, and shaken the rules and regulations formulated to maintain the existence of the old order. Ethics. .

During the First World War, the Europeans abandoned the rules of the battlefield that they have followed for nearly 100 years, resulting in a large number of elites falling under the indiscriminate slaughter of modern weapons. Machine guns and heavy artillery will not talk about the knighthood, whether you are a hereditary aristocracy or a refugee. Beggars, treated equally in front of brass armored warheads.

At that time, the imperial countries in Europe all had the tradition of noble leaders. In addition to the hereditary nobles being more trusted by the monarch than the civilians, the nobles were also more susceptible to good military education than the civilians. They were inculcated from a young age only by the ruling class. Their knowledge so that they can become a qualified leader. Some big nobles have even obtained the status of military officers even after they were born. Many people do not even need to enter the military academy, and they will automatically obtain the rank of military officer if they join the military.

The senior ranks and even commander positions in the Victorian British squad, except for those with more technical requirements, can be purchased with money. Of course, only the nobles and gentry with economic foundations can afford it. It can be said that the British ** team in the middle and late Victorian period can be compared with the Manqing Eight Banners. The army is controlled by a group of nobles and gentry who are rigid and arrogant in thinking. Every day, they consider how to hire more with less money. Many mercenaries, corruption ** Drinking soldiers’ blood, eating empty rates and pumping opium, it didn’t pull down at all. The life of the lobster soldiers on the battlefield is equivalent to that of grass and mustard, because the ordinary civilians cannot be recruited, and the army is full of forced enlistment. Criminals, alcoholics and even mental patients, the British army was able to win two opium wars simply because their opponents were more rotten than them.

Prussia almost copied the British system in the construction of the army and navy. By the Second Empire, the number of noble generals in the German squad had far exceeded that of the British Empire. The German military aristocracy can be traced back to the period of the Holy Roman Empire. The rise of the Prussian states also cultivated the paramilitary feudal class of the Junker nobility.

However, Kuhnberg is not a new Junker nobility. His family name can be traced back to the time of the Holy Roman Empire, and it is the oldest family in the Bavarian kingdom. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, the lineage of the Earl of Kuhnberg was almost decayed by his generation. When the old earl died, he was only left with the title of nobleman and an ancient mansion, and only the direct blood of the family was left. A younger sister is dependent on him.

But after all, the Kuhnboge family is an old aristocrat that has been inherited for hundreds of years. Like other aristocratic families, they have a large number of in-laws in the circle. Although they can’t count on these relatives in the revival of their family business, their complicated connections are still very much. useful. At that time, the title of the German aristocracy was quite bluffing. As long as Kuhnberg wanted, there would be countless rich landlords or merchants willing to spend a lot of money to marry his family.

It’s just that the Earl of Kuhnberg is not here. He was determined to rejuvenate his family through his own efforts. So after graduating from college, he decided to join the army and re-enter the path that his grandfathers had traveled, using martial arts and wisdom to prove Your own ability and value. Because he was a great aristocrat and the connections left by his ancestors, Kuhnberg became an ensign officer as soon as he joined the army. Unlike those of their British counterparts, the German aristocracy had undergone militarization education since childhood, and had a certain understanding of the management and operation of the army, so it was easier to integrate into the status of an officer.

Kuhnberg has made considerable efforts in the military. Although Germany has already begun to implement compulsory education, most of the soldiers come from the countryside. Most of them have the educational level of elementary or junior high school. Simple text will write your name. Therefore, ordinary noble officers who have received higher education feel inherently superior in the military. Kuhnberg's promotion is quite fast, at least from the perspective of Dougan, the Earl's military resume is completely an enviable God's darling.

When the war broke out, Kuhnberg was still an army lieutenant, commanding an infantry company, but four years later, he was already an army major battalion commander. In the four years of **** fighting, the count has participated in several large-scale battles in succession, not only unscathed on the battlefield, but also won several medals and medals. No one doubts the courage of the Earl on the battlefield. Many people who know him think he is fully qualified to get a Blue Max.

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Kuhnberg squatted on the **** of the earth slope, picked up the telescope to observe the movement of the enemy, and then turned back and ordered loudly to the men in the foxhole next to the earth slope: "Stay! Let them go to 300 meters. , Be sure to aim before shooting."

"Observe, sir." The sergeants began to convey the order, and the soldiers adjusted the movement gauge of the rifle to the position of 300 meters.

After a small step, the French soldiers ran a distance, and with a sharp whistle, he began to charge Ula forward.

"Fire!" Kuhnberg ordered loudly.

The Germans began to shoot at the French army that was rushing towards the face. The muzzle of a dozen mg08 water-cooled machine guns was sprayed with light blue smoke. The dull echoes on the battlefield, like the sound of a hammer hitting a steel block. . Swarms of locust-like Mauser bullets swept across the French formation. The soldiers in the shot fell to the ground silently. The wounded grieved with the wound covering their wounds. The officers and non-commissioned officers waved their pistols, struggling to kick and lie down. The soldiers hiding in the field dragged them up and moved on.

German machine guns started firing continuously, and the French had an absolute advantage in numbers. They were driven forward by the officers, and the commanders didn't seem to care about the losses. The field in front of the position was full of dead bodies of French soldiers wearing blue coats at the moment, but the subsequent soldiers were still standing upright, holding a Lebel 1886 rifle with a magazine that could only hold three bullets in his mouth. With a meaningless roar, in the field soaked by rain, the deep and shallow charges the German army.

"We repelled five or maybe six charges at the time, and it is incomprehensible that they were all using the same tactic from beginning to end, that is, they lined up in a line to conduct a wave of charges." Dougan put a cup of coffee In front of Kuhnberg.

"Before the French soldiers were sent to the battlefield, they only had some simple training, and the officers had no way. They couldn't make these soldiers perform more complicated tactics. They also lacked experienced first-line non-commissioned officers." Weierle put into the coffee He grabbed two cubes of sugar and then pushed the sugar bowl to Kuhnberg sitting at the table.

"Thank you, Lord General." Kuhnberg nodded gracefully.

"Even if this is the case, we can't persevere for too long. The casualties are still secondary. Most of the ammunition we carry has already been consumed. When the enemy's artillery enters the position, the situation on the battlefield immediately turns over." Dao Root stirs the coffee in front of him with a silver spoon.

"How did you think about it, Earl Kuhnberg." Weiler lowered his head and sipped his coffee.

"To be honest, I have forgotten what I thought at the time, Lord General. We fight against the enemy and sacrifice for the country. This is the mission and responsibility of the soldier." Kuhnberg said indifferently.

"So what are you doing now? Mr. Earl. You pretend to be a British journalist. I don’t ask the real Mr. Henry what happened to me. I just want to know why you are doing this. What purpose do you want to be close to the head of state." Weierle put down the coffee cup.

"I said to Colonel that you may have been a hero on the battlefield. But as long as it is a person, it is possible to change. I have witnessed too many similar things. I have personally watched how a patriot finally changed. Become a traitor." Weierle reached out to touch the tablecloth table, a sad expression in his eyes. The scene when Kanaris was shot was again in front of him.

"I think I understand what you mean, General Weirler, whether you believe it or not, I am definitely not a traitor. In fact, when I set off, I was ready to be seen by you, but I was surprised. , I was able to rely on this poor disguise, successfully mixed into the press conference banquet. At that time I was less than 20 meters away from von Stead, Colonel Dougan should know that I am an excellent shooter, in this There is no need to fire a second shot at all." Kuhnberg rubbed his finger on the bronzing grip of the coffee cup.

"You have a weapon?" Weiler asked with a frown.

"No, but those reporters brought the typewriter in. Will it be difficult to carry a pistol?" Kuhnberg replied with a smile.

"This is a serious loophole that can never happen again, Dougan." Weierle turned his face and looked at Dougan.

"There will never be a second time, I promise, General." Dogen replied respectfully.

"Okay, Earl Kuhnberg, talk about your true intentions. Since you said that it was not for the benefit of the head of state, there should always be other purposes, not necessarily for a dinner without money." Weierle asked.

"Of course not for this meal, you are really mean, Your Excellency. Like I said before, I am ready to be caught by you." Kuhnberg replied with a smile.

"You mean, you are deliberately mixing into the capital, in order to be caught by us? God, do you know what kind of risk you are taking? Lord Count, you are just kidding your life, if It’s not that Colonel Dougan recognized you today. You should now be suspended in the underground torture chamber of the General Security Administration and tortured by Gestapo.” Weierle's eyes widened, and the answer was beyond his expectation.

"I know what you said, and I have been prepared for a long time. But in order to complete my plan, it is worthwhile to take some risks." Kuhnberg replied.

"Plan? Do you still have a plan? Yes, of course, you should have a plan." Dao Gen nodded in agreement.

"Well, you've confused me, Mr. Earl, what exactly do you want to do." Weiler picked up the coffee.

"I want to use your strength here to complete my redemption, Lord General." Kuhnberger replied solemnly.

"Redemption?" Weierle frowned.

"Yes, I want to save my motherland, my loved ones, and myself. Your Excellency, I have no second path to choose from." Kuhnberger replied loudly.

"We no longer have a second path!" Kuhnberg knelt beside Dougan's foxhole, his uniform covered with black mud.

"This is the fate of the third battalion. My people and I will calmly face the arrival of the last moment. But this is not the fate of you and your men. I am sorry to have you involved in this battle, Sergeant Dougan. I will It will lead the remaining soldiers to the last moment, and your task has been completed. Now someone must report the situation here. I am worried that there are troops who fail to evacuate the river in time. Someone will warn them otherwise. They may be attacked by the French." Kuhnberg said to Dougan aloud, and then he took a Bavarian military cross from his collar and stuffed it into Dougan's hands.

"Take this medal and give it to my family and tell her how I died in battle, without tarnishing the honor of the Kuhnberg family. You are the best non-commissioned officer I have ever seen, you should not die this place."

"I refuse, Major. You can ask a soldier to do this, such as Haines, who is only seventeen."

"Haines is already dead, Dougan. Now take your men and leave immediately. This is my last command." Kuhnberg's tone was severe.

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"No, but execute the order immediately, sergeant." Kuhnborg shouted loudly.

"Damn it! Major, you are such an asshole!" Dougan scolded loudly, and he tucked the medal into the inner pocket of his uniform.

"For my sake of going to see God, I won't pursue your crime of insulting the officer, sergeant." Kuhnberg stood up and strode toward Tupo.

"All are ready to fight!" The major pulled his pistol from the holster.

"Bert! Klein! Green Doug! A few of you will follow me." Dougan looked back at the back of the major, then turned over and climbed out of the foxhole, and called his own staff out loud.

ps: I don’t know what went wrong today. I couldn’t enter the writers’ area. It was said that the password was wrong. It really scared me and it took me a long time to modify it.

Promise everyone to present a large chapter, four thousand words, count as one chapter.

Thank you for your understanding, it should be able to update normally tomorrow.